Without fail, there she is. Every Tuesday night, right at 10pm, she enters that abandoned factory that used to make clocks, or something. I have been following her every night, in awe of her ability. It's like she can't control it. She removes all her clothing and places them in the Northwest corner of the building then stands in the middle of the room. At 10:15, like clockwork, she grows. Her body expands. She must stand 25-50 feet when she finishes growing. I have no idea how it happens. Is she cursed? Does she have an immunity disease? Science experiment gone wrong? I don't know. All I know, is that this massive woman just sits there. Staring at nothing. Waiting for this to end. After 1 hour, her body slowly regresses back to normal. She gets dressed and leaves. Every week, on time, without fail. This time, I'm taking a stand on her. She shouldn't be ashamed of her ... skills. So tonight, I was going in to approach her. But as soon as I got in there, I didn't know what to do. And I didn't know what I was thinking at the moments prior. Maybe my hormonal instincts clouded my better judgment. All I know, at exactly 11:14pm, is that I have in my hands and my arms all her clothes she wore, and is now running out the door.
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Story by Standard Error |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Wen |
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